Strange Is The Man
Piers Faccini Lyrics


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Fast to the edge
Close to the south
The remains of the sky
Are woven into shrouds
Broken and wild
Charcoal in black
The promise of rain
Is swollen in the clouds

Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last

Clear is the sap
Under the bark
Carried from the root
It opens the bud
Dry is the tongue
Cracked at the mouth
He trembles in thanks
As he drinks from the cup

Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last

Over at the seam
Red to the vein
He′s whispering soft
All the names of the dead
Laughing to himself
Unbound and set
Now the wind is his pillow
And the skies are his bed





Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Piers Faccini's song Strange Is The Man are enigmatic and haunting, filled with vivid imagery and metaphors. The song seems to be about a person who is on the edge of something, either physically or emotionally, and is experiencing a sense of liberation or release. The first verse talks about someone who is "fast to the edge" and "close to the south", with the sky in tatters around them. The imagery of the "broken and wild" landscape suggests that this person is in a state of chaos or upheaval, but there is also the promise of rain which brings with it a sense of renewal or cleansing.


The second verse seems to be a shift to a more internal landscape, with references to the "sap under the bark" and the opening of a bud. The dry tongue and trembling could suggest someone who is dehydrated and weak, but at the same time, this person is experiencing "thanks" and "drinks from the cup", which could be interpreted as an awakening or a moment of clarity. The third verse seems to be a culmination of these experiences, with the person whispering the names of the dead and laughing to themselves. There is a sense of freedom and release as they find solace in the wind and the sky.


Overall, the lyrics of Strange Is The Man are mysterious and open to interpretation, but they evoke a sense of transformation and freedom that is tantalizing and intriguing.


Line by Line Meaning

Fast to the edge
He lives on the edge, taking risks.


Close to the south
He lives close to nature and the earth.


The remains of the sky Are woven into shrouds
The sky is full of clouds that are a symbol of death.


Broken and wild Charcoal in black
The land is destroyed and forsaken, with no hope for the future.


The promise of rain Is swollen in the clouds
The hope is still there that one day the rain will come and bring new life.


Clear is the sap Under the bark Carried from the root It opens the bud
The life force of the tree is pure and strong, giving birth to new growth and future possibilities.


Dry is the tongue Cracked at the mouth He trembles in thanks As he drinks from the cup
He is parched and thirsty, but when he finally quenches his thirst, he feels grateful and alive.


Over at the seam Red to the vein He′s whispering soft All the names of the dead
He is mourning the deaths of those he loved, whispering their names as a way to keep their memory alive.


Laughing to himself Unbound and set Now the wind is his pillow And the skies are his bed
He finds joy and freedom in his life, now unchained and living freely under the open sky.


Strange is the man free in his heart Strange is the man unchained at last
He is different from most people, living a life free from convention and societal norms, but he is happy and free.




Writer(s): Piers Faccini

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Fast to the edge
Close to the south
The remains of the sky
Are woven into shrouds
Broken and wild
Charcoal in black
The promise of rain
Is swollen in the clouds

Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last

Clear is the sap
Under the bark
Carried from the root
It opens the bud
Dry is the tongue
Cracked at the mouth
He trembles in thanks
As he drinks from the cup

Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last


Over at the seam
Red to the vein
He's whispering soft
All the names of the dead
Laughing to himself
Unbound and set
Now the wind is his pillow
And the skies are his bed

Strange is the man free in his heart
Strange is the man unchained at last


@UniversDesPossibles

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@Allissonrodrigues333

Rápido para a borda
perto do sul
Os restos do céu
São tecidos em mortalhas
Quebrado e selvagem
carvão em preto
A promessa de chuva
Está inchado nas nuvens

Estranho é o homem livre em seu coração
Estranho é o homem finalmente solto

Clara é a seiva
Sob a casca
Carregado desde a raiz
Ele abre o botão
Seca é a língua
rachado na boca
Ele treme em agradecimento
Como ele bebe do copo

Estranho é o homem livre em seu coração
Estranho é o homem finalmente solto

na costura
vermelho até a veia
Ele está sussurrando suavemente
Todos os nomes dos mortos
rindo sozinho
Desvinculado e definido
Agora o vento é seu travesseiro
E os céus são sua cama

Estranho é o homem livre em seu coração
Estranho é o homem finalmente solto

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